Nefert, a temple cat

On a high plateau in Laos, thousands of stone jars stand in the open, one to three metres tall, mouths open to the sky.

They were not water tanks. Not storage. Someone, between about 1240 and 660 BC, quarried the stone and carried it here, some from a quarry eight kilometres away, then laid their dead nearby: bones, grave goods, ceramics. Madeleine Colani called it burial in 1930; digs since have mostly agreed.

Mostly. The record hands you the jars and withholds the reason. Many are empty or emptied by time. Two hundred flat stone discs lie among them, some carved with spread-eagled figures, tigers, monkeys, and not one fits a jar. No one knows what they marked. One jar carries a carving of a small human, arms up, knees bent, like a swimmer, or a frog. The only figure ever cut into a jar.

The plain has a second, newer history: in the 1960s this ground was bombed harder than almost anywhere on earth, and unexploded ordnance still lies in it. Of 120-plus jar sites, seven are cleared and open. The rest wait.

A thousand jars, and the one thing they never held is an explanation.

Image: Jakubhal, CC BY-SA 4.0, Wikimedia Commons.

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